Chromosomes
With all the disunity in the political scene, my own life seems peaceful, calm and orderly. The one thing that rolls around in the...
Happy Hour
My artist husband and I share studio space, but have a “no-talking” rule during the day so that we can each concentrate. At 5 PM we stop...
Time as Visual Reality
I have been pondering a recent article in the New York Times Magazine (Dec. 2, 2018) entitled The Insect Apocalypse is Here. For various...
The River Runs Dry
My corner of the world received a record amount of rainfall this year. While we were inconvenienced by cancelled events and some...
Night Falls Early at the Base of the Mountain
One nighttime image that came to mind is that of the clouds scuttling over the moon in its various phases and hues. And a particular...
Night Falls Early
Night: a time of secrets, mystery and magic. But, for me it is a time to sleep. I’m a morning person, active during the day. Nighttime...
The Land and the Roads
My great grandfather moved from the family farm in hilly, rocky Franklin County Pennsylvania to the rich, flat soil of Northeast Ohio. It...
The Winding Road to a Quilt
I grew up in Northeast Ohio. The roads went north and south, and east and west. Additionally, Lake Erie was always in my view. And Lake...
Spring Spirals
In early spring my hostas and ferns unfurl in deep spirals. Their superstar entrance is the highlight of the year. They are wondrous to...
Renewal?
Here the crocuses have sprung, only to emerge into a cold and still brown yard. And, again today, it is snowing. It’s hard for me to...
